| There he go, right there
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| Psh, I got this
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| What’s up, Obie?
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| Oh shit
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| Uh, uh, uh nigga
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| Yeah, nigga
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| Shit
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| Get these niggas
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| (Obie Trice)
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| You can catch me in the hood, up to no good
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| With that Mac like right beside me (Yeah)
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| I ain’t by no niggas, eyeing my figures
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| Deprive me of my life, try me (Try me)
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| I’mma rip up tissue, homie I won’t miss you
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| This’ll be the day that ya dyin'
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| Nigga I’m violent
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| Ya hearing the sirens
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| Once that ass silence for fucking with me (Yeah)
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| Nigga I’m violent
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| 'Cause I’m so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie
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| 'Cause nigga I’m violent
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| Hat match the jacket, jack match the glove
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| Glove match the Mac that send niggas above
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| All black when his faggot ass acts up
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| When the boys interrupted, haters can’t wait to duck
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| Cause when I buck I leave a peep hole in his face
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| They peep O. in the place then they get a bad taste
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| In they mouth, running his lip, I pull that ouch off my hip
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| Commence to spit, I’m too grown for this
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| But they tend to take you back to when you’re known for riff raff
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| That’ll be his ass, fucking with this cat
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| You can catch me in the hood, up to no good
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| With that Mac like right beside me (Yeah)
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| I ain’t by no niggas, eyeing my figures
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| Deprive me of my life, try me (Try me)
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| I’mma rip up tissue, homie I won’t miss you
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| This’ll be the day that ya dyin'
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| Nigga I’m violent
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| Ya hearing the sirens
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| Once that ass silence for fucking with me (Yeah)
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| Nigga I’m violent
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| 'Cause I’m so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie
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| 'Cause nigga I’m violent
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| They say O. calm ya nerve, but some niggas need to be served
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| 'Cause its purpose is unheard of
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| Blacks done seen too much murder to flirt with death
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| Guess he feels it ain’t nothin' left
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| That’s when the weapon is taking it’s last breath
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| If he think for a second he takin' me outta my flesh
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| Violent when it comes to putting Obie to rest
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| Natural cause is the only way they say he left
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| Not from no hater, I got too many guns
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| So, when it come to that shit, I’m off one, nigga
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| You can catch me in the hood, up to no good
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| With that Mac like right beside me (Yeah)
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| I ain’t by no niggas, eyeing my figures
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| Deprive me of my life, try me (Try me)
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| I’mma rip up tissue, homie I won’t miss you
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| This’ll be the day that ya dyin'
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| Nigga I’m violent
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| Ya hearing the sirens
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| Once that ass silence for fucking with me (Yeah)
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| Nigga I’m violent
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| 'Cause I’m so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie
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| 'Cause nigga I’m violent
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| Incapacitating O., no, I’m so
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| Observational, I recognize you hoes
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| Nocturnal motherfuckers knocking ya mans
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| 'Cause I’m sitting on paper bigger then Shaq hands (Yeah)
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| Plus every chance I get, Obie advance
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| From spitting to getting riches, I’m so enhanced
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| On bitch ass niggas trying to slow my plans
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| Realest shit a nigga ever spoke to fans
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| Listen, I’m taking kites in the pen
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| A nigga ever offend again, and that’s on my kid
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| You can catch me in the hood, up to no good
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| With that Mac like right beside me (Yeah)
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| I ain’t by no niggas, eyeing my figures
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| Deprive me of my life, try me (Try me)
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| I’mma rip up tissue, homie I won’t miss you
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| This’ll be the day that ya dyin'
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| Nigga I’m violent
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| Ya hearing the sirens
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| Once that ass silence for fucking with me (Yeah)
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| Nigga I’m violent
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| 'Cause I’m so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie
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| 'Cause nigga I’m violent |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Violent , by - Obie Trice. Song from the album Second Rounds On Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп